Satoshi was sick of the Camper Van. Mould was growing on the windows and ever since the Toaster had set fire to the mattress sleeping had become a problem.
The Key was gone, he knew that now. The debt didn’t bother him but the Instant Noddles stacked in the corner were a constant reminder of that night in Vegas when everything went to shit.
He peeked through the crack in the door. The handcuffs hanging from the belt of the man wearing the ski mask caught the sunlight and suddenly, he remembered.
The Key was gone, he knew that now. The debt didn’t bother him but the Instant Noddles stacked in the corner were a constant reminder of that night in Vegas when everything went to shit.
He peeked through the crack in the door. The handcuffs hanging from the belt of the man wearing the ski mask caught the sunlight and suddenly, he remembered.